The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Behind the stone gate, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged.

He gently laid the unconscious Jun Yao on his lap, placed one hand on her back, and used his remaining true energy to stabilize the restless Gu King within her body.

With his other hand, he pressed it against the cold, damp stone wall beside him.

The throbbing sensation from deep underground became increasingly clear.

It's like a heart that has been buried for a thousand years, starting to beat again.

It's like a lost child calling out to their loved ones.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

The true energy of the "Formless Technique" was no longer merely for healing, but rather, like countless tiny roots, it penetrated into the rock strata of the underground palace along his palm.

Downwards, and downwards again.

Through the filthy mud, through the hard rocks.

His divine sense saw a river.

A golden river formed from the purest, liquefied spiritual energy.

It lies dormant beneath the Jun family's land, like a sleeping golden dragon, absorbing the dragon vein's fortune of the entire capital.

"Rising Dragon Spring..."

The information given to Jiang Chen by Song Yuzhi came to mind.

The Jun family spent decades stealing the nation's fortune and merging with the dragon vein to create this thing.

All of this was for the sake of that fake dragon who stole his destiny, Jun Aoshi.

In order to enable him to rise to the top in one step.

"You think you're worthy to take my things?"

Jiang Chen felt a surge of anger.

Just as his divine sense attempted to touch the golden river of spiritual energy, a sudden change occurred.

Deep beneath the riverbed, an extremely domineering and arrogant will awakened.

That was the spiritual imprint left by Jun Aoshi.

"Buzz—"

The entire Shenglong Spring began to boil.

Golden chains made of spiritual energy shot out from the river, weaving into a large net that strangled Jiang Chen's probing divine sense.

The chains were imbued with Jun Aoshi's dragon aura, carrying an unquestionable sense of judgment.

It's as if it's saying that anyone who dares to spy on this place is an ant and should be crushed.

"You?"

Jiang Chen laughed in his anger.

He was too lazy to even retract that wisp of divine consciousness.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the slumbering remnant soul of the true dragon sensed the provocation of this pseudo-dragon aura.

"roar--"

A silent roar exploded in the deepest part of Jiang Chen's soul.

Inside the stone chamber, the air suddenly froze.

Behind Jiang Chen, a huge, majestic dragon head phantom burning with dark golden flames flashed by.

The golden net that was closing in shattered inch by inch the moment the dragon head phantom appeared.

The spiritual imprint belonging to Jun Aoshi, which had been entrenched at the bottom of the Rising Dragon Spring, was shattered into nothingness before it could even utter a wail, by the pressure emanating from the pinnacle of life.

The Jun family is finished.

……

The Jun family's back garden features a scenic lake that they are very proud of, which draws in fresh water and houses century-old koi carp.

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool appeared in the middle of the lake.

A koi carp worth millions was swept into the water and was turned into minced meat before it even had a chance to struggle.

Within seconds, the entire lake was completely dry.

All that remained was a pool full of silt and a foul stench.

At the entrance of the council chamber, the white marble fountain, which was said to ensure "as long as the feng shui remains intact, the family will not fall," suddenly stopped flowing and then the water was sucked back from the nozzle.

All the spiritual eyes connected to the earth's veins dried up at the same time.

A vast amount of spiritual energy, invisible to the naked eye yet undeniably real, surged wildly in one direction, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Chun Ya Xuan!

In the secluded and quiet rooms throughout the Jun family's residence.

The elders and worshippers of the Jun family who were practicing breathing exercises all looked as if they had been choked.

"puff!"

The Third Elder, who was breaking through the bottleneck of the Grandmaster realm, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at his hands in horror.

He could clearly feel that the internal energy he had cultivated for forty years was uncontrollably leaking out of his dantian.

"My inner energy! My inner energy is disappearing!"

"Help! Master, save me!"

"What's going on! The earth's veins... the earth's veins have been drained!"

Similar screams echoed throughout the Jun family's residence.

The very foundation upon which they depend for survival is being uprooted by human beings.

……

Inside the underground palace stone chamber.

Jiang Chen's body became a terrifying black hole.

The immense spiritual energy that had gathered from the entire Jun family found a new outlet.

They rushed into Jiang Chen's body frantically and eagerly.

The "Formless Decision" was pushed to its limit.

The domineering and violent dragon vein spiritual energy was tamed, refined, and absorbed the moment it entered his meridians.

His dantian, which had been depleted by the expulsion of the true dragon's essence, was being filled again and was expanding at an alarming rate.

Of the nine shackles that originally sealed the dantian, the fourth black chain, representing the "Spirit Gu Body," began to vibrate violently under the impact of the massive spiritual energy.

A tiny crack appeared on it.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The crack is widening.

Jiang Chen transferred a portion of the transformed, gentle spiritual energy into Jun Yao's body.

The girl's burning body gradually returned to normal temperature, and a healthy rosy glow appeared on her pale face.

She seemed to be having a sweet dream, a slight smile playing on her lips, and snuggled closer to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen did not stop.

He was like a giant beast that had been starving for a thousand years, greedily devouring everything that should have belonged to him.

The century-old heritage accumulated by the Jun family is becoming nourishment for his breakthrough.

Just then.

Outside the underground palace, above the old Jun family residence.

A black cloud appeared out of nowhere.

The dark clouds swirled, forming a huge vortex at the center, within which faint, dark purple lightning flickered.

There was no thunder.

But a heavy, oppressive atmosphere descended, making all the martial artists in the capital tremble.

Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth.

……

Your family's ancestral hall.

This is the core of the Jun family's power.

Jun Wanhe stood with his hands behind his back, in front of rows of memorial tablets engraved with the names of the Jun family ancestors.

Behind him stood more than a dozen key figures from the Jun family.

"Master, Garrison Commander Zhou Weiguo has led his men to seal off Chun Ya Xuan. The wellhead is covered by fire, and that kid has no way to escape."

A trusted confidant bowed and reported.

"The old elder has already gone down. With him taking action, that kid is doomed."

"A worthless dragon dares to run wild in my Jun family; he has no sense of mortality."

Everyone chatted amongst themselves, their faces relaxed.

In their view, this was nothing but a farce.

Jun Wanhe remained silent.

He looked out the window at the dark sky, his brow furrowed.

For some reason, he always felt uneasy.

It was as if something important was slipping away from him.

Just then, a piece of warm jade at his waist, used to sense the flow of spiritual energy from the earth's veins, suddenly shattered with a "crack".

A chilling sensation shot from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head.

Jun Wanhe's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Chun Ya Xuan.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy there had become so violent that he could not comprehend them.

No, that's not a fluctuation.

That was plunder!

Someone is stealing the dragon vein of the Jun family!

"Jiang...Chen!"

Jun Wanhe squeezed out two words through his teeth.

The jade thumb ring he was holding, which symbolized his status as the head of the family, was crushed into dust by his excessive force.

That face, which had always maintained a dignified and refined appearance, was now contorted into a hideous grimace, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Pass on my order!"

"All the grandmasters, elders, and protectors of the Jun family have emerged from seclusion!"

Jun Wanhe's voice sounded like the howl of a wounded wild beast.

"Let's go to Chun Ya Xuan!"

"Take that little beast and... grind him to dust!"